new bike, 50 euros less in my pocket

That is my new bike. The husband/wife tag team are moving back to the states after 9 months of florentine living. Sweet ride. What took me 45 minutes to walk for, I rode back in about ten. This is critical when your school is >5 km from your apartment. There are worse things than having to walk in florence my wife reminded me. Good point.

After the bike foray, I needed food. So, I went home and had leftovers from last night:

Right...three meats, bread, wine and oil and vinegar. Not just any oil, the butcher's own label. Sweet.

I have noticed that for the most part, people do not make eye contact for any longer than a glance. Far cry from the germanic countries, where they stare at you. Usually, when I smile and nod, I get a surprised smile in return.

Being shaven headed in Switzerland meant always getting the sidewalk, or having the table to myself. At least until I spoke english, then I was ok. As far as I can tell, italians do not care so much about my clean look. In fact, plenty of hombres here sport a clean scalp. Cannot say that I blame them.